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Sitting here staring at a face I vaguely recognize. Every line, every crack tells a story of a life long lived. The story started with a young vibrant soul searching deep down looking for that light. A light that shines so brightly like headlights illuminating the darkest of nights. Descending into a world of club babies, I see my beacon of light dimming fading out into the night. My heart holding onto a reality that’s not quite clear, let’s take a trip a club baby yells out. Yes let’s go running with the night, off onto another adventure.

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Dancing in the light seeing you for the first time it would seems but these eyes has seen many versions of you. My weary eyes grows tired now. Old and not what they use to be but I still can see you my love dancing in the light. The heaviness falls over these eyes I’m in a fight to keep them open struggling giving it all I can.